Rating:
This chapter is Rated M.
The reason this chapter is Rated M, is because there are sexual references and sexual scenes.
This chapter does get hot and heavy. There's no home base, but there is second base!

For the fans who don't want to read Rated M details, I suggest you stop reading when Dimitri says "I'm giving you five minutes." and continue reading when Rose says "Hey, I wouldn't pull me up here if you know what's good for you."

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The author Richelle Mead owns the Vampire Academy universe. I Want To Experience Love is a Vampire Academy Fan Fiction story and it is not intended to infringe on any copyrights held by Richelle Mead or Razor Bill Company. Richelle Mead is the creator of the Vampire Academy characters, however this story is my original work. Copyright 2010 by xx-RedRoseBlackThorn-xx. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without my express written authorization.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Sexual Frustration

Huffing with frustration and betrayal on my walk back to my dorm, I couldn't help but let my mind wander with all my thoughts. I told Dimitri to 'fuck off', and he did. Well, not in the sexual context, but neither did he walk away from me. He just stared at me. He didn't say a word, didn't try and talk about it, didn't walk forward and didn't walk away. He just stood where I pushed him backwards with my hands, and stared at me. I couldn't read the expression on his face. It might not have been an expression; it could have been expressions, but the point was, he was unreadable, and that, is what I fear most. Most of the time I understand Dimitri, I understand him more than he understands himself, but not this time. his time it was different.

I turned into the direction of my dorms and didn't bother looking back at him. I didn't want too, to be completely honest. If I took a moment to see his beautiful face again, I might have given up right then and there. I might have fallen for his reasons and forgot about it. He could have easily made me forget about Tasha, forget about Christian and forget about Lissa. Because all he had to do was be around me and he could have all my heart, mind and body, without me even giving a second thought about it.

But I didn't turn back around to look at him, and I didn't forgive and forget. That's when the feelings I felt at that moment had completely taken over and I had no idea how to control them. Too many things happened that day. Too much drama. My life should be a soap opera; at least the actors and actress's get paid for the heart wrenching events.

Stumbling with the keys in my dorm door, I finally got it open and I slammed it shut when I got inside. It didn't take me ten seconds before I placed my back up against the door and slid down crying. Everything was building up; everything was happening all at once. I don't even know where my head is any more. My mind flashed through images in my head and every single one of them made me cry harder. Lissa. Christian. Tasha. Dimitri.

Lissa's my best friend. To think that she hates me right now is killing me. I can't believe she thinks something romantic is going on between Christian and I. I understand how she might have gotten that idea, but there is no way, even it hell froze over twice. She should know that. I know she knows that. But still, here she is, hating me for it. I saw it coming... maybe not the break up, but a fighting happening between them. They would have small fights, but it's not the same. Christian might have taken it too far to break up with her, especially just as he woke up in the medical clinic. She was only looking after him. I understand that she needs to vent. We all need to do that occasionally, but to blame me, that's... that's... unconditionally painful.

And Christian. Well, I completely blame him for the reason he is being held in the medical clinic. I told him from the beginning that he wasn't well. He shook it off, everyone shook it off. He scared the living shit out of me when he collapsed. Yeah, sometimes I wished that he would piss off, or hurt himself badly and occasionally I would wish died... But... I never really meant it. I must be more careful when I wish for things, because they can most definitely come true. Christian is like a brother to me, a brother I never had. I love him. I will never admit it to anyone, but I do. He has grown on me a lot since the incident in Spokane. But even though the doctors say he is getting better, I know he isn't. He doesn't look it one bit. Maybe that's not enough for everyone to believe but that's the reason why I know he isn't getting better. It's my gut instinct and I'm sticking by it.

Then we get to Tasha. The thing about her is, I thought she was a nice person. She was until I found out she was after Dimitri. Then my perception of her changed. So maybe it was just me being jealous which made me hate her. Dimitri told me that he told her no and that she accepted his choice, but it looks like to me like she hasn't accepted it, because I saw her not long ago hitting on him. She treats me like I'm nothing. She treats Dimitri like she owns him. But she treats Christian the way she should be, and that's caring. She does everything right for Christian and that I appreciate, because she's the only family he has left. But that doesn't excuse her for her behaviour towards me and... Dimitri. The way she was touching him makes me sick. The way she was undressing him with her eyes, makes me sick. The way she was seducing him with her voice, makes me sick. Everything about her just... MAKES ME SICK!

I went on a rampage around my room. I felt all the anger and pain build up within me, and I wanted to hurt something or someone. No scratch that – I want to kill someone. I knew who that someone was, and I tried thinking of ways I could get to her; find my way to her. I came up with nothing, clearly because I didn't know where to find her. She could be anywhere. Instead I took the second option I had left – and went straight for destroying everything I could set me eyes on in my room. I tore the pillows apart. I ripped the sheets and blankets to shreds. I ripped the alarm clock out from the wall and threw it hard to the floor. I knocked over the lamp and it smashed into tiny pieces. I pulled the drawers out from the dresser and threw them all over the room. I just couldn't get enough. It felt good to let everything out.

Sitting down on what was left of my bed, my eyes flickered to my left hand. The promise ring. Dimitri. I love him so much. I would do anything for him, but there is a point where I just can't do it any more. I believed him when he said that he never touched her back and that he chose me over her. However, that doesn't change the fact that there are possibilities still out there. He hardly lets me touch him; let alone get intimate, but he doesn't push Tasha away. Is there a chance that he likes her touch more than mine? This intimacy shit is just that... shit! I understand his situation. I don't force him. He seems willing and then he backs off. I understand and I know that it's not too important in our relationship, but it is important to some extent and I want to feel it. I need to feel it. I yearn for him, all the fucking time. I know I'm feeling sexual frustration. I got a release the other night when we... dry humped, but I know I need the real thing.

"Rose, open up." His voice was demanding.

"Fuck!" I screamed. Why can't everyone just live me the fuck alone! Why can't he leave me alone? I just need to escape him, because when he is with me, I want to jump him and it's not what I need right now.

"If you don't open up, then I'm coming in."

I rolled my eyes at him, even though I know he can't see it. The door opened and Dimitri walked in only to be stopped in his tracks. He twisted his arm around and pushed the door closed without looking back. His eyes flickered to look around the room. They then stopped to look at me on the so called bed.

"Welcome to the house of doom," I said sarcastically.

"Rose, this is – what happened?"

I stood up off the bed and bent over to pick up a shredded pillow. Well in this case a shredded pillow case, because the actual pillow was spread out over my floor. I held it in front of my body with two hands and Dimitri lifted up his eyebrow.

"These items... got a load of my anger," I said with a shrug.

Dimitri didn't step any closer to me, probably worried that I would skit out. Instead he lowered his voice, so it sounded even and soft.

"Did you hurt yourself? There seems to be a fair amount of glass shattered."

"I wouldn't worry so much about me, Comrade. I'm more worried about Alberta or even Kirova when they find out the mess I made. I will be expelled for certain."

"That's where you are wrong, Roza. I worry about you all the time, so much." He took a deep breath, "Are you going to murder me as well if I come near you?"

I tried searching for any emotion on his face, but I found none. It wasn't surprising, he was great keeping his emotions in hiding. I didn't know how to answer his question. I wanted him near me. I always want him near me, but at the same time, right now probably isn't the best time for him to be so close to me. Especially when he is one of the reasons why I'm so messed up at this point in time.

I didn't have the energy any more to yell or fight against him so I said in a low voice, "I won't murder you, but don't blame me if you leave with bruises and marks."

I saw slight movement in his lips, he was trying to hold back a smile.

"I'm not going to let you run away from me."

"I've done it plenty of times before. What makes you think you can stop me now?" Venom dripped out from each word.

He took a couple of steps forward, "for one: I was unsettled in my mind on how to pursue you. Two: you were younger back then in many ways. Three: I was a stupid idiot for letting you go."

I dropped the pillow case and sighed, "have you finished? Can you leave if you have, because I really want to fuck you right now and you standing there is only teasing the fuck out of me more."

Dimitri walked over to me and looked into my eyes, he held them for a while before speaking.

"I have finished, but I'm not leaving. I've told you that already."

"Can you stop? Please? I can't do it any more, Dimitri. I can't have most of you one day and then none of you the next. It's driving me completely and irrationally insane and unstable," I panted.

Dimitri bent down so his lips were just softly brushing against mine. "I'm not going anywhere, Roza."

It was all too much for me. His closeness. I pushed closer to him and made our lips touch. I felt my lips lingering on his. He wasn't pulling away, so I started to make a rhythm with my lips. It was at a slow pace which I controlled, because Dimitri's lips hadn't started moving yet. I sucked his bottom lip in my mouth and I felt him shudder. I moved my lips over his jaw and placed soft kisses all the way up to behind his right ear.

"I swear if you don't leave now, I'm going to jump you," I whispered with a harsh tone in his ear.

His hands came to rest on my hips and he pulled me back so he could get a good look at my face. I'm positive he would have seen the lust and neediness in my eyes.

"If you're going to jump me, then it's best we find better accommodation," his voice was husky.

I broke our eye contact and looked around my bedroom once more and let out a high pitched laugh. Yep – this really wasn't my day. I sounded and acted like a crazy woman.

"What's wrong with this place, Comrade?" I said blinking my eyes. "Isn't dirty your type of style? If you ask me, I'll say lets give it a shot. No harm can be done."

Dimitri looked at me with concern and worry in his eyes and I noticed his facial expression. He let his mask slip and I'm certain he is unaware of his discrepancy.

"Come on, let's get out of here," he said.

"Aww, why?" I pouted.

"Rose," he growled, "Lock the door behind you and make sure no one is watching when you come to my room. I'm giving you five minutes."

I gave him a big smirk and he walked out the door. I know I'm not acting like myself at the moment, but I did tell Dimitri how I was feeling and he wasn't saying no. In fact he told me to meet him in his room. That can only be a good sign. I smiled in relief. Not too long after Dimitri left, I locked my door and headed for his room. I hid from the lady on duty and reached his door unnoticed. It was unlocked, so I walked straight in.

Dimitri turned the light switch off and came over to lock the door. I didn't have time to touch him, before he leaned forward and took my mouth savagely, and I uttered a startled "mmph" of surprise at his sudden aggressive behaviour.

Before I knew it, I found myself flat on my back on his bed. Dimitri's full weight was pressing down on me deliciously, and I could hear myself making strange noises at the back of my throat. His tongue was sweet in my mouth and he worked his hands between our bodies to roughly caress every available surface of skin. When he reached my breast he palmed it roughly, and I cried out into his mouth. The feeling was unbelievably erotic. He laid wet kisses up and down the exposed flesh of my throat, the scruff of his whiskers marking me with a pleasant burn. Dimitri hardly ever let his facial hair grow in length. He always looked clean shaven, but today he had stubble and it was irresistibly hot and sexy.

I wanted to wrap my legs and arms around his body and never let him go. The feeling of being held so securely was exhilarating, and I panicked at the thought that there was a possibility that I might never get to feel it again. At any moment Dimitri could pull away and say that it was too much. But right now, I needed it, and for some reason I was sure he needed it too. My grasp turned frantic as I yanked at his hair and pulled at his clothes, desperate to get him as close to me as possible.

The urgency in my touch seemed to alert Dimitri to my distress and his hands became tender, smoothing down the sides of my body in relaxing motions. He kissed my cheeks and my eyelids, stopping to nuzzle into the crook of my neck.

"Shh," he whispered. I trembled and bit my lip, wondering why I had to go and ruin the moment with my uncontrollable craziness. My chin began to quiver as I fought back an overwhelming urge to just start bawling. My emotions were rolling and seething uncontrollably, like a tempest inside my chest. I felt Dimitri's fingers drift along my furrowed brow and across my swollen lips, his movements quieting me with their unexpected tenderness.

"Just be still," he said, his voice hushed. I felt his weight shift over to my side until he was resting with his hard body meshed with the soft curves of mine. "I'm going to take care of you. I won't do anything you don't want me to do." His mouth pressed tenderly against mine once, then twice. "Do you trust me?" he breathed into my ear, stirring the hairs at my temple and causing my nipples to tighten beneath my shirt. He had the wrong idea. He thought I was scared and nervous, where as I wasn't. I was horny and I didn't want him to stop. He wanted to know if I trusted him, and I absolutely did, there was no doubt about it.

I took a moment to contemplate the fact that Dimitri was giving me an out. I knew that I could tell him that I wasn't ready, and he would get up in a millisecond, no questions asked. He was putting the power in my hands. It was a heady feeling, knowing that I was the one in charge of this decision. There wasn't anyone telling me what to do. I could decide what felt right to me… and I didn't feel embarrassed about it. Not one little bit.

"Dimitri," I murmured, reaching out to tangle my fingers in the lush thickness of his hair. I pulled his face down close to mine. "I trust you. I love you." His smirk made my eyelids lower in instantaneous arousal, and I felt his careful fingers work their way up the long row of buttons on my shirt.

I gasped as I felt his fingertips trace down the centre of my chest to the clasp of my bra, located directly between my breasts. All my craziness over our intimacy had managed to evaporate at the intensity of my arousal. I arched my back, pushing my breasts up and into his awaiting hand. He pulled away and I pouted. "Dimitri, please."

"No need to rush," he said, hand hovering teasingly over my flushed skin. No need to rush? Was he kidding? I've been wanting this for a very long time! I felt his warm hand return to trace the seam of my bra and I sighed happily, my entire body tingling. His eyes met mine, heavy and laden with desire, before drifting back down to my naked breasts. He cupped me delicately in his hands, and I felt awash in a sea of languid desire, helpless against the deluge of feelings welling up inside of me. His head lowered slowly and he delicately licked one of my hardened nipples. My breath seized up inside of my chest and came out as one long sigh as he sucked it into his mouth. The throbbing in my private parts intensified to a full-on ache. I shifted restlessly on the bed, desperate for any kind of friction.

Dimitri's lips left my skin and I groaned, my hands fisting themselves into his hair in an attempt to force him back down to my breast. He chuckled, deep and throaty, and pried off my unhappy fingers. Pressing my hands down into the mattress at either side of my head, he smirked and kissed the tip of my nose. "Hold still, Roza."

The look in his eyes was so serious and full of intent that I immediately nodded. "Good girl," he purred. My eyes narrowed and I opened my mouth to really lay into him, but he caught my mouth in a kiss so devastatingly mind-numbing that my brain ceased to function. His tongue touched mine, so sweet and delicious that I could have cried. I was so caught up in the magic of his extremely talented mouth that I almost didn't notice when one of his hands began a slow ascent up my skirt.

When he reached the cotton panties at the juncture of my thighs, I definitely noticed. Dimitri was surely taking the lead. I didn't have a problem with it. I was enjoying it, but was he ready to make such a big step? I guess the information I told him said it's better for him to control the situation and well, he was!

His mouth left wet, sucking kisses on my throat. "Okay?" he asked, the hot breath of him against my flesh driving me crazy. I hummed in response and felt my legs shift open as if of their own accord, and he took that as an invitation to continue. I felt one of his long fingers press into my most intimate place through the fabric of my underwear. I moaned, and what seemed like a near deluge of fluid seeped out to soak the already damp cotton.

"Roza, you are so wet." I could feel his voice rumbling from deep within his chest. He cupped me in his hand, and I pressed myself down eagerly into his palm. My insides clenched up in immediate delight.

He stroked me softly through the wet cloth of my underwear and then more firmly, alternating strokes with his sinful fingers until I thought I'd go completely insane from the tension that was coiling up inside of me. With every loving press of his hand, I spiralled closer and closer to what I knew was going to be an all-consuming euphoria. Then he slipped his daring fingertips inside the elastic of my panties and touched the bare skin hidden beneath. Oh my fucking God!

"Oh," I panted, my hands clenched into fists next to my head. I wanted to pull my hair out, I wanted to scream bloody murder, I wanted to punch and scratch and wrap my arms so tightly around Dimitri that he'd barely be able to breathe. I just wanted so badly.

His fingertips traced around my clit and the sensations were thrilling. I moaned out loud and his fingers stopped near my opening. His spare hand came up to my face and directed my gaze to him. I slowly opened my eyes and met with his. He was asking if he could go further. The only answer I could give him was the bucking of my hips. He took it as a 'yes' and his index finger slowly slid into me. I gasped at the feeling. He softly moved his finger around inside me and it started to bring me over the edge. I moaned his name, and he slipped another finger into the hole. He started moved them around, trying to reach every angle. His fingers curved inside of me and set me squirming around in the bed. It felt so good. I started to buck my hips and his fingertips rubbed the best sensation spot in my body. I let out a soft scream.

He looked down at me with hooded eyes and smiled. "Just give it to me," he whispered. My body responded like it had been built to follow his every command, and my orgasm exploded through me so fiercely that I saw stars. My insides clenched and pulsed, and it was as though a miracle was taking place inside of me, transforming me into liquid delight. A scream caught up in my throat, and I somehow managed to keep it from escaping by biting into his shoulder. He brought me down slowly, the strokes of his fingertips lessening in pressure until he'd wrung every last ounce of pleasure from my trembling body.

He slowly pulled his fingers out and kissed my forehead. He moved off the bed and exited the room, probably to wash his fingers, before returning. My chest was still pumping up and down from my heavy breathing. Dimitri laid down on his side, holding himself up with his elbow. He gave me a big smile and caressed my thigh. He is such a tease!

"How are you feeling now?" He asked softly.

I looked up at him with a smile of my own, "Much, much better."

"Good. You had a fair amount of tension built up."

"Oh, really? I wonder why that was..." Dimitri didn't reply to my statement, instead he caressed my cheek. "I must be very frustrating for you..." He tilted his head. "...I get very emotional when I'm... well, you know."

"You're a hormonal teenage girl. It's not uncommon," he breathed against my neck.

I reached my hands out and pulled Dimitri on top of me. I gave him my man eating smile and crushed my lips onto his. We had a full make out session and I managed to actually take some clothing off him. I seemed to have most of my clothes off, whereas now he only has his pants on. I discarded his shirt.

I trailed my hand down his chest and stopped when my fingers encountered the top button of his jeans. "You are an incredibly sexy man," I said, lifting the hem of his shirt and gently fondling the exposed skin at his navel. "But my curiosity is overwhelming me. You got to see me. Now I want to see you."

"You do?" he replied, his voice deep and rough.

"Yeah," I whispered. I fingered the frayed denim at his waistband, and his breath came out as a long, slow hiss.

This was it. He got to see my vagina so why let me have a look at his cock.

I wasn't sure what to expect when I opened Dimitri's jeans. I popped open the button on his jeans with trembling fingers and gripped the tab of his zip. I pulled it down slowly. The resulting purr seemed as loud as ripping paper in the stillness of the room. I felt, rather than heard, the resulting rumble that came from Dimitri's chest. He was looking at me, eyes slumberous with banked passion. I waited for a moment longer, rubbing my fingertips along the edge of his shorts before I decided to take the metaphorical plunge – and I slowly eased my hand beneath the elasticised waistband.

There was hair, and then my seeking fingers immediately encountered the hardened length of his penis. His eyes immediately shot open to meet mine, and then they drifted down to greet my amateur attempts at pleasuring him. My fingers twitched under his watchful gaze and he groaned, pressing himself up and into my hand. As I twisted my hand around to try and reach more of him, I nearly sliced my wrist open on the grated edge of his zippier. It was extremely exasperating to not be able to see what was going on. The situation was driving me crazy. I slowly began to pull my hand back out of his pants. He made a sound somewhere between a growl and a whine and grabbed for my wrist. It seemed like the combined efforts of our breathing should have been sucking all the oxygen content out of the room.

Our gazes locked on each other and he finally let go of me, his eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I wasn't thinking." He brought his hands up to his face and scrubbed at the skin there, obviously just as frustrated by the situation as I was.

"Dimitri, don't be sorry. At least I know you like it." I quickly added, "you like it, right?"

"More than you can imagine," he struggled to say.

Finally, we are making progress. Finally. Finally. Finally.

"Let me know when you need me to stop," I whispered into his ear.

I pulled his jeans down as well as I bit my lip. As his erection sprang free of the tight confines of his pants, I gasped in shock. It wasn't at all what I'd expected. Well, it was and it wasn't. I'd had a vague inkling of what boy parts were supposed to look like, but Dimitri's seemed beyond huge. It was long and jutted up toward me like it was begging me to touch it. My questing fingers brushed its length, and Dimitri gasped. I watched, completely fascinated, as his erection seemed to move all on its own. It was surrounded by crisply curling hair, much like my own sex, and it was darker than the rest of his skin.

Any remaining worry or embarrassment I might have had melted away at the strange mixture of power and arousal I felt coursing through my body. Reaching out with one hand, I ran a finger up the long length of his erection. I felt the electricity spark between us, and I revelled in it. I wrapped my greedy fingers around him and gently squeezed. "Show me what to do," I whispered. "Show me how you like it. Show me the way you want me to touch you."

His eyes met mine and he smiled crookedly, melting my heart into a puddle of goo inside my chest. I kept my gaze trained on his and held my breath as I felt his calloused fingers wrap around mine. So slowly that I thought I would die from anticipation, he guided my hand up and down the swollen length of his erection. When we reached the tip, he moaned and squeezed my fingers there more roughly.

"Fuck, that feels so - so - wonderful," he groaned, showing me with the force of his hands what speed and pressure felt the best to him. After a few more strokes he was muttering a colourful litany of swears under his breath, mixed with my name and God and Jesus.

His fingers left mine to reach out and wrap themselves in the tangled waves of my hair, pulling me closer to crash his lips to mine in a fiery kiss. His tongue was so soft and sweet that I could have cried. Without his hand there to guide me, my hand sped up its pace on the length of his erection and he growled into my mouth, his curses coming out as sweet puffs of air against my tongue.

"Please, fuck. Oh fucking hell," he mumbled against my lips. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

It was so very rare to hear Dimitri swear. He never liked to, but when he did there had to be a bloody good reason to do it. At first I thought he was swearing because of the amazing feeling, but when he keep saying it over and over again, I thought it was getting too much for him.

"Do you want me to stop? Is it too much?" I asked softly.

He opened his eyes and pulled my lips to his. That was his answer. He didn't want me to stop. I felt aroused beyond the telling of it. I forced myself to move away from his sinfully delicious mouth, curious about the work that my hand was doing. Dimitri was almost writhing on the bed, his hands fisted tightly in the sheets. It was a truly heady feeling, knowing that I could control his impulses and desires with the soft touch of one small hand. I leaned closer to his lap to really examine him, and I noted with interest that there seemed to be a small amount of liquid seeping from the tip of his penis. I rubbed the pad of my thumb over it on my next stroke upward, and Dimitri's hips rocketed up off the bed.

His brown eyes stared at me from underneath sleepily lowered lashes. I felt my own private area throb in appreciation as he thrust himself up and into my hand over and over again. His moans were getting louder and more guttural, intermixed with pleas for me to go "harder" and "faster." I was a little worried that someone might hear us and come knocking, but the fear soon vanished. As I stroked him, I looked into his lap and noted the soft sacks of skin cradled below his erection. Curious to know what they might feel like in contrast to the rock-hard firmness of his length, I reached out with the fingertips of my free hand and lightly caressed the soft skin. Dimitri's reaction to my curiosity was instantaneous.

"Fuck," he roared, propelling himself up and into my hands with such ferocity that I nearly fell over on the bed. As I continued to stroke him, his penis jolted. I watched in fascination as streams of white cum pumped endlessly out of his erection. It landed on his stomach, and the slippery liquid even coated my fingertips.

His eyes stayed shut and his body finally went still. He looked like perfection lying on the bed the way he did. I slid off the bed like he did and walked to his little kitchenette. I washed my hands and quickly had a sip of water, before returning to Dimitri on the bed. His eyes were still shut, but the big smile was as noticeable as ever. His erection had now softened, but I couldn't resist touching it once more.

"Roza," he growled and pulled me on top of him.

"Hey, I wouldn't pull me up here if you know what's good for you," I teased.

"I wouldn't mind what you had planned for me."

I gave him a peck on the lips and nuzzled my face into his neck.

"Roza," he whispered.

"Mm."

"You make me an exceptionally happy man. Thank you so much for showing me what love is."

I pushed myself up to have a better look at his face. "I should be thanking you, Comrade. Plus, we haven't even made home base yet... I love you."

Dimitri pushed some hair behind my ears and rolled us over, so now he was on top. His penis rubbing against my core.

"Dimitri, you are going to break my patience. Please don't tease me, not unless I get to tease you back."

Dimitri sucked my nipple and then trailed kissing all the way up to my mouth. We had a make out session and touched every part of each others body.

"Roza," he mumbled into my back, "Please stay with me tonight."

"There's no other place I'd rather be."

We fell asleep. I woke up, because I thought I heard someone calling me. I waited quietly in the bed to wait and see if it happened again but it didn't. I looked over at Dimitri and he was still fast asleep. I snuggled back into his hold and closed my eyes, hopefully to fall back into a peaceful sleep. I knew we didn't have long before we both needed to be up and ready for a new day, but I didn't want to leave this amazing moment.

Rose, can we talk.

Lissa? It must have had been her calling me.

I slowly moved out of Dimitri's hold. Moving my leg over the edge; a pair of hands brought me back to the bed.

"Where were you going? I didn't want to wake up alone."

I gave him a chaste kiss and said, "Lissa was calling me. She wants to talk."

"Can't she wait. It's my time with you," he pretended to pout and be hurt.

I never told Dimitri about Lissa accusing me of being with Christian. So he didn't know how important it was for me to go, because obviously she wanted to talk to me. I wanted us sorted out and if she was ready to talk, then I am more than willing to go listen.

Rose. Please. I really need to talk to you. Hurry. She begged.

"I'm sorry, I really need to go."

"Come here," he said. I leaned over and he gave me a big wet kiss. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too. Hey, can we please pass training this morning?"

He gave me the are-you-kidding look.

"Hey, don't give me that look," I said.

"What look?"

"That look."

"Fine. But only, because you seem to be in such a hurry to be with Lissa when I couldn't think of a better place then here." I gave him a stare. "But... I see it must be important."

"It is. I promise I wouldn't leave if I didn't think it was."

I quickly got changed and kissed Dimitri goodbye.

HURRY!

I looked into Lissa's head and saw that she was in her room. She was in a panic. Shit. What could have happened now?